C-130 #3

C-130 Rolling down the strip.Airborne Ranger on a one-way trip.Mission unspoken, destination unknown.They don’t even know if they’ll ever come home.Stand up hook up, shuffle to the door.Jump right out and count to four.If my main don’t open wide.I’ve got a reserve my by side.If that one don’t fail me too.Look out ground, I’m a comin through I’ll hit the ground before you do!Pin my medals upon my chest,and bury me in the leaning rest.